Chapter 393: Chapter 261 Half-Dragon_2
Small Knife furrowed his brow.
Damn it, competing with me in business?
But at this point, Small Knife was too late to leave.
The Kobolds in the Divine Hall had already seen him.
Even so, he still turned to leave.
Running would seem too guilty.
Subsequently, five Dogman Priests emerged from the Divine Hall, along with three Half-Dragons.
And even a Dragon-man.
However, it was obvious that this was an underage Dragon-man.
The two Half-Dragons were clearly guards, guarding the surroundings, and the other Half-Dragon turned out to be a Natural Half-Dragon?
The recent display of Divine Techniques was clearly from him, no wonder it seemed so effortless, and the effect was even stronger.
The Half-Dragon was indeed a King Level Bloodline.
"A Natural Type Dragonkin Dogman?" the Dragon-man asked in surprise.
"Someone has already saved this tribe, I’m going to the next one. Saving one is better than none." Small Knife said anxiously.
This was the excuse he had come up with.
It was an excuse he had thought of long ago.
"Who are you?"
"I am from the Half-tooth Tribe, a survivor of a brutal battle. For the sake of the Tribe, all I could do was flee back." Small Knife said without stopping.
"To save the Tribe, I had to use the Dragon Blood offered by the Tribe. I have already saved more than thirty tribes, but many more need us."
Small Knife said loudly as he strode away.
The Dragon-man was stunned and couldn’t help but exclaim, "What a clever fellow, indeed. The restoration of the Tribe is crucial. Take this token, I permit you to use the Dragon Blood of the Tribe to restore your energy. The Great Dragon will remember your Contribution."
As the Dragon-man spoke, he extended his hand, and a Token shot towards Small Knife.
Small Knife caught it and saw that it was a Dragon Scale.
It was covered in patterns.
This was clearly a Dragon Scale Order, representing the will of the Giant Dragon.
"Haha, sleeping with a pillow delivered."
Small Knife didn’t waste words, expressing his efforts through actions.
Thus, he began running directly.
This time, without wasting words, he arrived at the Tribe, directly used his techniques, and spurred the growth of a large number of plants.
Then, while eating Spirit Fruit to recover, he went to the Divine Hall, presented the Token, and without any words, Dragon Blood was in his hands.
He then left hurriedly.
Eating Spirit Fruit, drinking Spirit Liquid, occasionally popping some Elixirs.
All while running.
Even so, at the Tribes Small Knife arrived at, there were still Kobold hatchlings dying of hunger.
Their Life Force was so tenacious that even eating dirt could keep them alive for a while longer.
Even now, it was clear how many Tribes Small Knife had visited.
But as time went on, some Tribes from afar saw the green plants that hadn’t been consumed, clearly having been preemptively salvaged by others.
Running so much, Small Knife knew, quite a few underage Dragon-men had been dispatched, and under the protection of Half-Dragons, they did their best to save various Tribes.
However, there were too few Natural Types.
And all the Dragon-men dispatched were underage, making Small Knife suspect that there were probably not many adult Dragon-men left.
As time passed, Small Knife had to stop.
The Tribes that could be saved had already been saved, while some Tribes had been wiped out.
He returned to the Half-tooth Tribe.
The Half-tooth Tribe was well-preserved, many Kobold hatchlings had reached adulthood, and even the next generation had been nurtured.
This was because the Tribe still had a Second Realm Natural Type Kobold.
Due to injuries, this individual had not left.
However, upon Small Knife’s return, he only saw this person for one last time, and at the individual’s request, this skinny Natural Dogman passed away.
Good man, no, good dog indeed,
Clearly, he had persevered to death, as many Tribes around survived because of him.
Small Knife used the Divine Technique of Natural Element Control, spurring the growth of a large number of plants, and immediately gained the Tribe’s support and authority.
He entered the Divine Hall directly and announced that he needed to rest for a while due to exhaustion.
Although he was dusty and exhausted, Small Knife was in excellent Status with good food and drink.
His Level also reached its peak.
Third Realm Level 400, Elite Bloodline, Jade Dragon Scale, and Natural Element Control as two Great Divine Techniques.
To have reached Level 400 so quickly, it was all thanks to the ample Experience saved from the beginning.
Now, after the Tribes’ calamities, his cheap father and the like were long gone, none of his peers remained, and he didn’t know anyone, so he needn’t worry about rapid advancement causing trouble.
But this was still not enough.
The Bloodline Fruit hadn’t been consumed.
Now in the Divine Hall, Small Knife produced a blob of blood.
The blood twitched slightly, as if it had Life of its own.
Indeed, this was Dragon Blood, which, when condensed further, felt as if it had come to life.
Exquisitely fresh red.
He didn’t know if it would be enough.
At this point, Small Knife, as a Dragonkin Dogman, had 100% Blood Essence, but still couldn’t break through.
He learned from other Dogman Priests that this step was a difficult breakthrough.
Often in a Tribe of tens of thousands of Kobolds, it took hundreds of years to have one breakthrough to become a Half-Dragon.
However, once they broke through, they would possess the supreme glory of guarding the Dragon Cave.
"With this much Dragon Blood, it should be enough."
Small Knife muttered, beginning to consume the Dragon Blood.
With the system’s assistance, over time.
A muffled groan, failure.
Small Knife bled from all seven apertures.
Under normal circumstances, he would have been crippled.
Like the Second Realm Natural Dogman of the Half-tooth Tribe, even if he survived, he would’ve lost potential, barely clinging to life.
But Small Knife quickly consumed Spirit Medicine.
Good stuff from the Five Elements Sword Control Sect.
After consuming it, he was perfectly fine in just half a day.
Before entering this world, Small Knife spent a lot of Sect Contribution to exchange for good items.
Unfortunately, it had no effect for the current breakthrough.
Looking at the remaining two-thirds of the Dragon Blood in his hands.
Again.
I won’t believe it can’t be done.
According to the system scan prompt, this time the success rate increased by ten percent, reaching fifty percent.
Again, failure, seriously injured.
Consume medicine, recover.
Third attempt, success rate of sixty percent.
Huff huff.
Fortunately, on the last chance, he finally successfully broke through, his whole body undergoing a metamorphosis, evolving from a Dragonkin Dogman into a Half-Dragon.
Hmm, he finally looks more like a person now.
Especially the transformation of the dog head, it was simply miraculous.
The entire Secret Realm is so vast, but there are only a handful of Kobold Tribes, and not many Half-Dragons among them.
This has been their ultimate dream.
As for becoming Dragon-men, it’s impossible for them.
For females, there’s greater hope, hoping to mate with a Giant Dragon and produce Dragon-men.
Now, Small Knife, having undergone this change, has advanced from Elite Bloodline directly to Elite Peak Bloodline, just one step away from King Bloodline.
Unfortunately, there’s no more Dragon Blood, otherwise, breaking through to King Bloodline wouldn’t be an issue.
Even so, Small Knife’s becoming a Half-Dragon has already paved the way to King Bloodline.
Normally, a Half-Dragon guarding a Giant Dragon for hundreds of years wouldn’t receive Dragon Blood rewards but could still elevate their Bloodline through exposure to Dragon Qi, ultimately achieving King Bloodline over hundreds of years.
Even if not yet, Small Knife felt a significant increase in his power.
He walked out with large strides.
Half-Dragon?
The Tribe’s Priests were shocked, prostrating at Small Knife’s feet, filled with immense excitement.
This was the most honored moment in the Half-tooth Tribe for hundreds of years.
The Tribe celebrated like never before in a hundred years.
Finally, they reluctantly sent Small Knife off.
The Secret Realm only had a single mountain range, at its very center.
Small Knife departed alone, heading toward the mountains.
The lush and verdant mountains, the Giant Dragon Mountain Range, the holy land for all Kobolds.
Unfortunately, Kobolds, even Dragonkin Kobolds, were not eligible to approach.
However, now Small Knife, as a Half-Dragon, had the privilege.
Upon reaching the mountain, he could feel the stirring of his Bloodline, the faint Dragon Qi.
Bathed in this aura, Small Knife’s Bloodline began to evolve slowly.
It would take hundreds of years to evolve into King Bloodline.
Too slow.
No wonder, despite being so powerful, the Master of the Goblin World was confident of dealing with this place.
Upon entering the mountains, he was soon discovered by Half-Dragons.
They were guarding the outskirts of the Giant Dragon Mountain Range.
Although called the Giant Dragon Mountain Range, it was reasonably small, allowing these Half-Dragons to spread out to guard the highest Giant Dragon Peak.
The stronger one was, the closer they could get to the Giant Dragon Peak.
The real Dragon Cave was located up there.